Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.